A voice echoed in their minds, "Master... has been resurrected?"
Then... are they not far from being completely destroyed?
I was truly trembling with fear.
The cultivators, still unaware of them, continued, "I've also heard a strange story."
The first thing the Demon Lord did upon waking was to confront the Hehuan Sect, demanding that they hand over a female disciple.
"Really?"
Could it be... that female disciple of the Hehuan Sect... slept with the esteemed Demon Lord?
"Haha, these female disciples of the Hehuan Sect have really heavy tastes."
"The Demon Lord has been suppressed... how will she sleep?"
What follows... feels out of place.
The cloak covered Yao Yao's ears completely.
Yao Yao ripped off the hem of the cloak, her eyes lighting up, and asked the cloak with delight, "Demon Lord?"
Is he handsome or not?
No... should I catch him to warm Mother's bed?
"Shh, my goodness, don't scare me." The cloak-wearing man, who usually kept quiet, was startled into speaking.
The man in black was trembling.
The meat in the mouths of the two little monsters no longer tasted good.
Even the two bewildered bird eggs were so frightened that they didn't move.
Divider line.
The Lingyun Sect, three thousand miles away.
On an inconspicuous little peak, Xiao Mo'er was meditating in seclusion.
She is now at the early stage of the Golden Core realm, with the Cold Moon Sword floating beside her to protect her.
Now, after absorbing a large number of spirit stones and elixirs, the Cold Moon Sword has become even more different.
However, no matter how she called out, the sword spirit refused to come out.
The master's cultivation speed is indeed a bit slow.
Her invincible sword domain has already reached five meters, making her invincible within those five meters.
Just as she was getting into a good state of cultivation, she suddenly heard a knock on the door.
"Little sister, are you there?"
Hearing the charming voice of the newcomer, Xiao Mo'er sighed slightly, opened her eyes, and reached out to grasp the Cold Moon Sword.
A murderous glint flashed in her eyes.
She really didn't expect to meet Xiao Chanyue here.
Xiao Chanyue was her stepmother's daughter, and she was a year older than her.
She was exceptionally intelligent and had always been the family's favored daughter.
Single spiritual root, fire element.
He is now a late-stage Golden Core cultivator.
After joining the Lingyun Sect, she directly became the Grand Elder's last female disciple.
I heard that he even has an exceptional talent for drawing talismans.
Many inner disciples pursued her as their Daoist partner.
Xiao Mo'er gripped the Cold Moon Sword tightly in her hand, wondering why Xiao Chanyue had come to find her.
She opened the door.
Xiao Chanyue stood radiantly at the door, her smile gentle, her fairy dress brimming with spiritual energy making her even more otherworldly and picturesque.
She was already a rare beauty, and with the added benefit of the cultivation techniques that preserve youth, she stood there like a fairy. No wonder she was so popular with male cultivators.
Xiao Chanyue glanced at the sword in Xiao Mo'er's hand before turning her gaze back to her face and reaching out to grab Xiao Mo'er's hand.
Xiao Mo'er simply dodged away, asking indifferently, "Is there something you need?"
“Sister, I apologize to you on behalf of our mother.”
She really meant well... You also have three spiritual roots, if you can get close to that elder, you can join the Marrow Jade Sect.
I think you really misunderstood Mother." Xiao Chanyue tried to grab Xiao Mo'er's hand, but she dodged it again.
The Xiao family never expected that a good-for-nothing with three spiritual roots would become the disciple of the Supreme Elder of the Lingyun Sect.
Even if they are not favored, their status and position still matter.
He had been trying to mend his relationship with Xiao Mo'er, but Xiao Mo'er was unyielding and simply ignored the family members.
Xiao Mo'er glanced at the sword in her hand, then at Xiao Chanyue, and said impatiently, "Get to the point."
"Could you return the sword in your hand to the family?"
"This belongs to the family, and the elders of the clan have asked you to return it." Xiao Chanyue still maintained her gentle and kind demeanor.
Xiao Mo'er chuckled and said, "I got this sword from the clan's warehouse. It has already recognized its master and is now my personal spiritual weapon. There is no way to return it to the clan."
Xiao Chanyue stared at Xiao Mo'er with sparkling eyes and smiled gently, "Then, sister, could you go to the clan to explain in person?"
I'm afraid... the clan elders will be angry and will remove your mother's... memorial tablet.
Shameless.
How dare she threaten her with her mother?
Could it be that they already know that this spirit sword has given birth to a sword spirit?
"When?" Xiao Mo'er's brows relaxed, as if she couldn't wait.
Xiao Chanyue was overjoyed and quickly said, "How about today?"
I happen to be free.
“Of course.” Xiao Mo’er smiled so broadly that her teeth were almost invisible.
For some reason, her invincible domain has been stuck at five meters; it's time for her to go out and gain some experience.
Let's start by targeting this smooth-talking, scheming woman.
I thought I would still trust them.
The thought that she almost became the furnace for that hundreds-of-years-old elder made her grit her teeth in hatred.
Xiao Chanyue smiled even more charmingly, "Sister, I'll be waiting for you at the foot of the mountain."
“Okay.” Xiao Mo’er followed closely behind as they descended the mountain.
When they reached a secluded spot at the foot of the mountain, Xiao Chanyue was waiting there.
Xiao Mo'er looked around and stepped inside. She immediately felt red threads surging around her, as if it were some kind of killing formation that could block outsiders from peeping.
Xiao Chanyue entered confidently, her previous coquettishness gone. She looked at Xiao Mo'er with cold arrogance and said fiercely, "You're just like your damned mother, refusing to listen to reason and then having to suffer the consequences."
"My mother?" Although Xiao Mo'er was using the original owner's body, that woman was still her mother, and she still had feelings for her.
Xiao Chanyue sneered, "Your mother is too ungrateful. Your father did it himself."
They died long ago in the Monster Forest.
Today, you will die here just like your mother.
"Is that so?" Xiao Mo'er's sword moved. "Thank you for telling me the truth and for keeping it from everyone."
Nobody knows I'm with you, so you might as well just die!
"You, a mere early-stage Golden Core cultivator, dare to talk such nonsense..." Before Xiao Chanyue could finish speaking, she covered her neck in disbelief.
A Golden Core cultivator who has not cultivated a Nascent Soul will perish upon the disappearance of their body.
Her neck was pierced by a sword, and she couldn't even utter a last word.
How could that be? She was clearly in the late stage of the Golden Core realm, while Xiao Mo'er was only in the early stage.
When Xiao Chanyue lay on the ground with her eyes wide open in death, Xiao Mo'er felt as if her domain had grown.
No way... the only way to increase your power is by killing cultivators!
Where did she go to kill so many cultivators?
With a sigh, she walked to Xiao Chanyue's side, took her storage ring, turned her into water with a bottle of potion, and dried the ground with magic, leaving no trace.
"If you want to die, then so be it."
She was just about to return to her mountain peak to go into seclusion, lest people discover that Xiao Chanyue was missing and she would be implicated.
Suddenly, they heard the deep sound of bells.
The bell was rung with spiritual power, its sound echoing throughout the entire Lingyun Sect.
The bell will only ring when there is a major upheaval in the sect.
Upon hearing the bell, the cultivators all left their residences and gathered at the sect square.
Xiao Mo'er also hurried up the mountain, and followed the others as they flew to the square on their swords.
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